Hello, Sharpshooter

By Lotus Light

In an exhilarating tale of love and triumph, a psychologically burdened sharpshooter and a headstrong sports anchor find their paths intertwined on the competitive stage.

Austyn, a gifted marksman, had been haunted by a tragic childhood incident that left his mother in a vegetative state. Through grueling training, he honed his skills to become an infallible sharpshooter. Yet, with every shot, he battled guilt and inner turmoil, maintaining a distance from the female protagonist due to a misunderstanding.

Emily, a sports anchor of exceptional caliber, harbored secret feelings for Austyn. Her past heartbreak in high school left her with a stutter whenever she faced him. As a newcomer to the workforce, Emily encountered challenges but overcame them one by one.

Through a series of heart-stopping competitions, their hearts gradually drew closer. Emily conquered her stutter through live streaming sports events, ultimately helping Austyn overcome his psychological barriers. Together, they ascended to the champion's podium, hand in hand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Great Wall Publishing
• Release date: Jul 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9783757568504

Lotus Light

Lotus Light (also Lianmu Chuguang), a young writer and screenwriter, is a member of the China Writers Association. She has published nearly twenty full-length novels and a total of 500,000 words in major youth literature magazines. Her works have been published and distributed in Taiwan province, and have been translated into Vietnamese, Thai and other languages. The novel “Hello, Marksman” has been adapted into a TV series. The ancient novel “Beauty” has been adapted into a web drama named "Pretty Guardian of The City", which was broadcasted on iQIYI.com in 2022. The ancient novel "Little Green Clothes Under the Peacock City" was adapted into a web drama, and other novels published in 2019, such as “The Snail of Time”, "Immortal Love " and "Your Smile Like Peach Blossom " are also being adapted.

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Chapter 1: Reunited

-—What does two hours mean to you?

-—It means going from a contestant to a champion.

Intern, come over here.

As Emily Robinson walked into the control room, she heard Simon Campbell call out to her. She paused for a moment, examining the man who had addressed her. He was the well-known personality at the station - good-looking, with excellent temperament and a sharp tongue. At the moment, he was frowning, impatiently beckoning her over.

Two microphones stood silently in front of him, seemingly waiting to receive signals and transmit a thrilling sports commentary to the audience.

Emily confidently approached him. Even in oversized sportswear, she was more eye-catching than the average person. Her loose shoulder-length hair was refreshing, setting off her snow-white neck, while her slight gaze gave her a somewhat haughty air.

Mr. Campbell, my name is Emily, not intern. She added, and tomorrow I'll be a full-time employee.

Emily had never considered herself an intern, even though she was. In terms of temperament and appearance, she had already regarded herself as an official employee of the television station.

During her university years, Emily was a recognized goddess. Although her facial features could only be described as beautiful, her temperament was quite lofty. It wasn't the kind of beauty that swayed in the wind like a branch of a flower, but rather like the lofty and pristine snow. Because of this distance, she was crowned a goddess.

Due to her accelerated advancement and completion of all required credits in her third year, she graduated from university at the age of 20 and began working for the H Province Television Sports Channel. She never thought she would fail as an intern.

Apart from a few competitors, Emily was familiar with her colleagues. However, Simon, who was in front of her, never called her by her name, but used the somewhat distant term intern. Emily had already put up with it for a long time.

The director had been winking at her all the while, and Simon pretended not to notice. It doesn't matter. If the intern messes up the task on the last day, she still won't be able to become a full-time employee. Anyone who might leave the television station doesn't have the right to make me remember their name. He said without hesitation.

I won't mess up. She replied.

I hope not. Simon said without any courtesy. If my partner hadn't fallen ill at the last minute, I wouldn't have had to call you in.

Emily was infuriated.

Greetings to viewers of H Province Television. We are currently at the men's 50-meter slow-fire pistol qualification round of the National Games. The contestants are now in their positions on the shooting range, with two athletes from H Province Sports School, Bowie Rogers and James Campbell, respectively taking positions at the second and sixth stations. Emily spoke fluently into the microphone, briefly introducing the rules and features of the slow-fire pistol event, then turned to the director and asked, Is this sound test okay?

The director gave her a thumbs up and pushed Simon, You're just being difficult. I think Emily is fine. Don't question her ability.

I don't need his approval. I just want him to correctly call my name. Emily lightly brushed off Simon's gaze. I'm Emily.

Simon sneered and said nothing.

Emily calmed her mind and looked out towards the arena outside the control room.

The shooting arena at the National Games was a grand, pillarless hall stretching 260 meters with no obstacles in sight. The stands were packed with spectators, and suddenly a small cheer erupted.

If it were before 2012, in order to maintain the quality of the competition, loud noises from the audience were not allowed at the scene, and even the sports commentator couldn't speak with too high a decibel. But as shooting records continued to be broken, the International Shooting Union revised the rules of the competition, playing popular music on the scene and no longer restricting the audience from making noise, which added some difficulty for the athletes.

The director glanced at the field and suddenly said, Attention, there's a change in the athletes.

Replacement player? Simon asked.

Yes, number four Austyn Edwards from the Q Shooting Team, as a substitute. The audience cheered for him just now because of his looks. According to the information, introduce the athletes later. The director spoke rapidly.

Emily was taken aback.

The name Austyn, neither heavy nor light, struck her eardrums, making her a little dazed. Before she could react, the countdown had already reached one, and the broadcast began. Simon spoke first, starting the sports commentary.

The qualification round began, and Emily cooperated with Simon to provide commentary, constantly adjusting her thoughts based on the changing images on the screen.

The trial shooting quickly ended, and the chief referee gave the command to fire. The first athlete raised his gun and took aim. After the gunshot, the electronic target displayed 7.9 rings.

The second athlete began shooting, and the reading was 9.4 rings.

The third athlete, 8.5 rings.

Pistol shooting is different from other events because the 50-meter distance is relatively long, the gun barrel is shorter, and it's a single-arm hold, so there are many chances for 7 or 8 rings. Emily said a sentence.

The camera quickly cut to the fourth athlete. The person wore a tactical hat and goggles, slowly raising his gun.

He was handsome, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, but his expression was somewhat cold. Behind the yellow goggles were a pair of sharp eyes.

If one were to use adjectives to describe his gaze, the word razor-sharp would be fitting. In any case, it was sharp, remarkably calm and sharp.

When Emily saw him, her entire brain went blank.

The fourth athlete Austyn's gun movement was standard, and after aiming at the center, he pulled the trigger, then lowered his arm, and throughout the process, the gun barrel was extremely steady, with almost no shaking.

As if deliberately making Emily's prediction wrong, the reading showed his score to be 10.9 rings.

The audience suddenly burst into applause and cheers, with many girls shouting his name. As a result, the name Austyn kept echoing in Emily's ear.

Emily turned pale and looked down at the information passed to her by the director. The fourth athlete, Austyn, twenty years old, won the gold medal in the Asian Shooting Championships three years ago.

She originally thought it was a case of having the same name, but after seeing his face, she was completely hopeless.

He actually returned to the country, when did that happen?

Simon, who was sitting next to her, saw Emily's silence and snatched the information over, starting to introduce Austyn. The director also looked at Emily strangely.

The first group of competition quickly ended, and the second group began immediately. Emily regained her composure and continued to report the results, with a smooth and natural voice, and many memorable phrases.

As soon as the camera switched to Austyn's close-up, Emily looked away. The rest of the broadcast went smoothly without any mistakes. The qualifying scores were not included in the finals due to the recent rule changes in the Olympic Games, and the National Games followed suit. So after the qualification round, there was a brief break before the finals.

When the director temporarily cut the signal, Simon looked at Emily with a sly smile, Intern, did you forget your lines and blank out? Emily knew that there was no point in explaining anything. She simply took something out of her pocket and placed it in front of Simon. Simon took a look and his eyes widened a bit. It was a national second-class shooting athlete certificate. I didn't forget my lines, and I promise I won't make this mistake again. Emily said. But don't give me that 'you don't understand sports' look. Emily had worked hard to practice ten-meter air rifle shooting in order to score higher on the college entrance exam, earning her the national second-class athlete certificate.

Today, she was temporarily assigned to be a sports commentator and dressed in a smart sportswear to fit in. She had just happened to find the certificate in her pocket. Did they think she was an ignorant girl who knew nothing about sports? What a joke. Simon was embarrassed and pushed the certificate back towards Emily, I'm sorry. Ignoring him, Emily focused all her attention on Austyn on the field. It was him, after all. Five years had passed, and he had grown a little taller, but he hadn't changed in any other way. He still had the same clear temperament, and he still seemed to tower above everyone else.

Emily suddenly longed for the moment when she would reunite with Austyn. After their breakup, she had spent the past five years studying, taking exams, practicing shooting, and studying in the library. She had gone from being a naive girl to a goddess, all for this day when she could look down on him and say calmly, I'm doing better without you.

The break was over, and the finals began. The finals used an elimination format where one athlete was eliminated in each round. The last two athletes standing would then compete in a head-to-head battle for the championship and runner-up titles. This format increased the element of chance, and it was possible to go from leading the pack to falling to the bottom with a single mistake. Additionally, the final results were precise to 0.1 point, increasing the level of competition.

As Emily provided commentary, she nervously sweated for both herself and Austyn.

As the shooters took turns firing, it was Austyn's turn. He remained cold and aloof, slowly raising his gun. Emily held her breath, almost able to feel the pulse in his neck and the concentrated power in his right arm.

But when Austyn pulled the trigger, the gun didn't fire.

Emily stood up abruptly! She stared intently at the shooting platform and saw the local referee approaching Austyn, questioning him. Austyn handed his gun to the referee.

This shot malfunctioned, and the local referee is checking the cause. If it was caused by the athlete and not allowed, the shot will not count. On the field, one shot decides the outcome. Sometimes, it's truly regrettable... Simon analyzed as he narrated.

Emily suddenly sat down and quickly took over the microphone, Based on Austyn's performance, he is a highly professional marksman, and the possibility of malfunctions is high. Audience friends, don't worry, it's common for firearms to malfunction, such as trigger failures and shell jams. If it's not the fault of the contestant, Austyn will have another chance to shoot. Come on! Come on! Come on!

Simon silently watched Emily. Emily knew she had made a big mistake. As a sports commentator, she didn't maintain a neutral attitude before the reason was clear and declared that malfunctions were allowed. But she just wanted to comfort herself that this shot must have allowed malfunctions, and Austyn wouldn't lose.

Finally, the referee made the decision to shoot again, and Emily breathed a sigh of relief.

The final continued. Austyn's state may have been affected, and his aiming was not good, resulting in a score of 7.8. Sometimes, taking too long to aim can affect accuracy.

Emily glanced at the electronic screen and reluctantly announced Austyn's ranking. He dropped from first place to third place immediately.

Fortunately, Austyn adjusted his state, and the scores of the following shots were good, and his ranking rose to second place.

As time passed, more and more athletes were eliminated and finally, only Austyn and James from H province were left.

Simon was afraid that Emily would shout encouragement again, so he preemptively commented every time Austyn shot. But Emily didn't have time to cooperate. Her attention was completely focused on Austyn.

James aimed, fired, and the electronic target display system showed a score of 9.8. A stable result that almost allowed him to touch the gold medal.

Austyn was expressionless. After hearing the referee's prompt, he aimed his gun. However, this time, he aimed for a long time.

Emily seemed to understand Austyn's mood. He was currently 0.2 rings behind James, so this last shot had to be over 10 rings to win.

It was almost impossible.

As the competition progressed, the athletes' physical and mental pressures increased. Moreover, Austyn aimed for too long. According to the physiological characteristics of the human body, when the aiming time is too long, the eyes will be attracted by distant targets.

He was running out of time.

Emily bit her lip tightly, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Finally, a shot rang out, and the electronic target display system showed the result.

She lowered her head, afraid to look, only to hear Simon excitedly say next to her, 10.3 rings! Beautiful! This shot broke the national pistol slow shooting record! Congratulations, Austyn, congratulations, Q University Shooting Team!

He won!

Emily jumped up from her seat, watching Austyn come down from the shooting platform and embrace his coach. The audience cheered, and the hearts of all the girls in the audience were boiling.

After the broadcast signal was turned off, Simon took off his headphones and asked, Emily, I can tell you're Austyn's fan, right?

He finally didn't call her an intern.

Emily nodded and then quickly shook her head.

If you're not a fan, today's commentary would have been decent. But based on your performance in other aspects, you barely passed. Simon said.

Don't ask for too much. Emily did a good job. The director handed Emily a microphone with the logo of H TV station.

Emily, now you're not just a commentator, you're a sports journalist. Go and interview the first-place winner.

Okay.

Emily quickly fixed her hair and took the microphone to the athlete's resting area. The cameraman followed her.

Austyn was standing far away, discussing something with his coach. He was facing away from her, yet Emily was both nervous and excited.

She was particularly curious about Austyn's attitude now. Would he be surprised to see her transformed from an ugly duckling to a swan? Or perhaps he would regret the hasty breakup they had years ago.

Hi, I'm Emily, a sports journalist from H Province TV. Can I interview you? Emily walked up to Austyn and offered the microphone to him.

Austyn turned around and their eyes met. Emily's heart started beating intensely.

Not convenient. He said, his gaze expressionless as though he was looking at a stranger.

Emily was taken aback.

Why not?

Every sports journalist only wants to interview the first-place winner and ignores the efforts of the other athletes, including the runners-up and the third-place winners. The feelings of the champion are not as important as those of the other competitors, and they also need your encouragement. Austyn finished speaking, patted his coach's shoulder, and walked away in another direction.

He didn't recognize her.

Emily stood there stunned, the cameraman already catching up with her, Then just talk to us as an ordinary athlete about your feelings at this moment!

Austyn ignored them.

Suddenly, Emily caught up with him, persistently holding out the microphone to him. My name is Emily.

He still didn't react, not even looking at her.

For you, what do these two hours mean? Emily blurted out; her eyes already slightly teary.

She still remembered that day five years ago when Austyn leaned against the car window and smiled at her like a child. His face and hair were covered in sweat and dust, but it couldn't hide his youthful spirit.

At the time, she was in her summer vacation of the first year of high school, sent by her father to a training camp to become a national second-level shooting athlete. Austyn was practicing shooting at another base, and they couldn't meet.

The training days were hard, but the pain of longing was even harder. Emily sneaked out of the camp and took a car to Austyn's base. After seeing Austyn, Emily was sure that her appearance was a surprise to him.

However, they only spent two hours together before they were caught and brought back.

Two hours, and they only managed to be shy and silent, glancing at each other without speaking. The air was filled with ambiguous affection, but neither dared to take it further.

Before leaving, Emily tearfully looked out the car window. She regretted not telling Austyn that she missed him.

And then she saw Austyn chasing after the car.

Austyn caught up to the car and, like a monkey, jumped up and clung to the car window. He said quickly, Emily, the two hours I spent with you are the happiest two hours of my life in the last fifteen years!

It was the only romantic thing he ever said to her, and she remembered it for five years.

Five years had passed. Did he still remember what he said?

Suddenly, Austyn stopped walking, and Simon quickly approached him, pointing the camera at him.

What does these two hours mean to you? Do you remember the significance of 'two hours' to you? Emily repeated the question.

The time required for slow shooting a pistol is also two hours. Emily cleverly took advantage of the loophole, probing him while maintaining her duty.

The cheers of the audience instantly became distant, and all the noise seemed to be worlds away. In the huge shooting range, it seemed like there were only her and him.

Emily looked into his eyes and stubbornly held the microphone towards him. She didn't believe he couldn't remember the keyword two hours.

Two hours means going from a contestant to a champion. Austyn replied in a calm voice.

After speaking, he was about to leave again, but Emily couldn't hold back anymore: Austyn, I'm Emily, your high school classmate, do you remember me?

Austyn stopped again, slowly turning around. His gaze remained cold and almost didn't focus on Emily.

You got the wrong person. He said.

Emily looked at Austyn's back in a daze, almost unable to hold the microphone in her hand.

The cameraman murmured on the side, These two hours mean struggle, means fighting, means honor! It would have been so much better if he answered like that. But at least he answered one question, and the interview task is considered complete... Hey, what's wrong with you?

Emily looked at Austyn's back, tears glistening in her eyes.

That feeling of defeat from many years ago came back again.

Who bullied you? Ariel handed Emily a cup of hot water.

This was a well-known grilled fish restaurant, and there weren't many customers since mealtime had passed. Emily picked up the cup and looked at Ariel sitting across from her with a gossiping expression.

Ariel was the editor of the sports channel at the TV station and had a good relationship with Emily. The two girls hit it off immediately, and their relationship quickly upgraded to best friends.

Emily took a sip of water and shook her head.

Is it Simon again? The divorced old man who's a little crazy in the head. Just ignore him and let it go.

As they spoke, a waiter came over and placed two pounds of grilled fish on the table. The hot and fragrant aroma filled the surroundings, making the atmosphere more suitable for gossip. Emily hesitated for a moment and said, It's not him, I met my ex-boyfriend.

What did you say? Ariel almost jumped up when she heard the beginning, You also have a man you can't handle?

Emily covered Ariel's mouth and said coldly, If you keep yelling, I won't tell you.

Ariel whined that the fish was ready and she still wanted meat.

Emily let go of her hand, and Ariel cautiously asked, Continue, what's the matter with your ex-boyfriend? Did you break up with him or was he blind?

He's considered my ex-boyfriend.

Either he is or he isn't. What does 'considered' mean?

Emily thought back carefully and wasn't sure if she had dated Austyn or not.

She remembered when she started high school, Austyn was a god-like figure, the most popular boy, a top student, and a shooting genius. His persona was especially impressive. Emily admired Austyn to the point of obsession, and her mind was hot, so she went to him every day.

Now thinking back, this story was wrong from the beginning.

She looked up to him without knowing that, in addition to liking him, she also had feelings of inferiority and fear.

Even her confession was initiated by Emily. Five years ago, on a hot summer day, Emily was nervous and sweating profusely as she said to Austyn, I like you.

Austyn smiled and said, Come on, let me treat you to ice cream.

Emily burst into tears and sobbed, I'm so nervous that I might have a heart attack right now. And I'll die if I don't get a definite answer from you!

Really? Austyn touched the back of his head and blushed. Well, I like you too.

Emily laughed through her tears.

They became a secret couple. Looking back, Emily didn't feel like a girlfriend. She carefully maintained their relationship, worrying every day about her skin, her outdated clothes, and her grades. She was afraid that Austyn wouldn't like her.

Eventually, whenever Emily was at the shooting range with Austyn, she often missed the target. Her attention was focused on him instead of the target.

As her misses increased, Austyn's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. One day, he said to her, Emily, when you shoot, you need to let go of your psychological burden and not focus too much on your results.

Emily agreed on the surface, but in her heart, she thought, I'm not too focused on my results. I'm too focused on you.

She felt very insecure.

After a few days, summer vacation arrived, and Emily and Austyn were sent to different bases for training because they both wanted to practice shooting. Training was tough, but Emily felt that the feeling of missing someone was even tougher.

Later, she couldn't contain her longing and snuck out of the training camp to find Austyn. They didn't do much; they just talked like fools, blushing and stammering. They were only together for a short two hours, but their coach was furious.

But so what? Even if the sky were to fall, she felt it was worth it.

The feelings of youth are always fearless. Emily had no idea that her relationship with Austyn was so fragile.

When summer vacation ended, Austyn didn't show up for class for a whole week. During that week, Emily was restless every day, afraid that Austyn was just a dream and would disappear when she woke up.

Finally, he came to school and asked where Emily was.

Her best friend eagerly told Emily the news, but Emily wasn't happy. Young girls in love are always hot-tempered. So she decided to scare Austyn.

Emily had long wanted to change herself - to be less spineless, less compliant, and less led by the nose by him.

She decided to rebel and enjoy the feeling of being cared for.

So Emily had her friend tell Austyn she was at the shooting range. Then, just before Austyn pushed open the door to the range, Emily lay on the ground, her right hand clutching her chest.

Emily had intended to scare Austyn, but his reaction scared her. He shouted frantically, Don't die, don't die! He picked her up from the ground and rushed out of the range, shouting for help.

Emily was afraid the situation was getting out of hand, so she quickly opened her eyes and smiled, telling him that she had pretended to be hit and was actually okay.

From that moment, everything changed.

Austyn let her go and looked terrifying. He stared at her and said, Emily, is this fun for you?

Emily didn't understand why Austyn was so angry when she just wanted to play a prank. She apologized and begged, but Austyn dropped a bombshell that left her stunned. He said, Emily, I'm dropping out of school and saying goodbye. Emily didn't understand why he would give up his promising future, but he didn't give her an answer. He walked away without looking back, leaving Emily feeling defeated.

She thought that if she were a beauty or an outstanding person, Austyn would not have left her life like this. Austyn disappeared from her life, and Emily became obsessed with studying, solving problems, and trying to forget about Austyn. By the time she was a junior in college, she had completed all her credits and arranged all the paperwork for studying abroad.

Two days before her departure, she received an internship offer from a TV station. Emily decided to stay since studying abroad would mean pursuing a career she didn't love, and she felt that she was better suited for a career in sports.

Emily met Austyn again at the National Games, and she imagined that he would regret his past actions after seeing how excellent she had become. But to her surprise, he didn't remember her at all. She told Ariel the entire story, and Ariel tried to comfort her by saying that she scared Austyn to death and that he was heartless. Ariel suggested that she should try a trick to get over him, but Emily wasn't convinced.

Ariel found Austyn's photo and suggested that Emily should tell him that she never loved him and that he meant nothing to her. But when Emily started to say the words, she broke down in tears. Ariel tried to comfort her and reminded her that there were plenty of other people who wanted to pursue a relationship with her. Emily slowly lifted her head up.

After the National Games, Emily made up her mind to apply for a transfer from the sports channel when she returned to the TV station. Ariel was taken aback. It's not because of Austyn, is it?

It's not because of him. I just feel like it's not a good fit. I should have chosen another channel in the first place. Emily slammed her water glass down heavily.

I meant this! Austyn! It's him! Ariel pointed to the glass window.

Emily lifted her eyelids and saw a figure in a cap T-shirt passing by the window. From the side, his cold and stern lines and the slight hint of murderous intent in his drooping eyelashes made it undoubtedly Austyn.

He was wearing tactical pants and boots, and his mere figure was already full of charm, attracting the attention of many passing female students. During the National Games, the team leader would not allow athletes to leave the hotel or training venue. Besides, there were still other shooting events tomorrow.

Emily wondered; how did he leave without permission?

Before she could finish her thoughts, Ariel pulled her out of the restaurant without saying a word.

After the National Games, I'll apply to transfer to another channel. Emily had made up her mind.

Is it because of...Austyn? Ariel hesitated.

It's not because of him, I just don't think it's a good fit. I should have chosen another channel to begin with. Emily slammed down her glass.

I meant this! Austyn! It's him! Ariel pointed to the glass window.

Emily looked up and saw a figure in a cap T-shirt passing by the window. From the side, his cold and stern lines and the slight hint of murderous intent in his drooping eyelashes made it undoubtedly Austyn.

He was wearing tactical pants and boots, and his mere figure was already full of charm, attracting the attention of many passing female students. During the National Games, the team leader would not allow athletes to leave the hotel or training venue. Besides, there were still other shooting events tomorrow.

Emily wondered; how did he leave without permission?

Before she could finish her thoughts, Ariel pulled her out of the restaurant without saying a word.

Emily, listen to me! As long as he remembers who you are, I guarantee that the old flame will reignite. Ariel pushed Emily forward.

What are you doing? Speak more quietly. Emily's heart began to race. There weren't many people on the street, but it was still relatively quiet. If they spoke too loudly, everyone would hear.

What are you afraid of? I'm here, Ariel! Ariel patted her chest. I promise, Austyn will remember you, the beautiful girl.

Emily was speechless. Whether he remembered her or not, what difference did it make? They couldn't go back to the past.

Ariel, Austyn has completely forgotten the past. I saw his reaction today, and he has no impression of me at all. Emily said coldly, turning to walk back.

But at that moment, someone took over the conversation: He can't forget you.

Emily looked over and saw a young man in a black leather jacket walking out of a nearby alleyway. He seemed calm and relaxed, but his presence was that of a demon wandering in the dark, full of killing intent.

Ariel took a step back.

Emily trusted Ariel's intuition. He had once found a gourmet small shop from the seven or eight twists and turns without relying on electronic maps. In the same way, she could sense danger just by looking at someone.

Austyn couldn't possibly forget you, his mind is too sharp. The young man said, tapping his temple. I competed against him two years ago in a blind shooting contest and he won.

Emily was taken aback.

Blind shooting, as the name suggests, involves shooting with a blindfold on. The usual process is for the shooter to take a test shot and remember all the details, such as posture, breathing rate, and movement, before putting on the blindfold and shooting. Therefore, blind shooting tests the shooter's sensitivity and memory.

Don't get me wrong, Austyn is even more twisted than you think. The young man said, as if he knew what Emily was thinking, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't even take a test shot and just put on the blindfold and hit a bullseye.

Emily was speechless.

Ariel immediately forgot about her surroundings and exclaimed, Emily, your ex-boyfriend is a genius!

Emily had to admit that she knew Austyn was a tough guy since the day she met him, but she never thought he would be that good.

Every shot is affected by factors such as weather, wind speed, air humidity, mechanical condition, range environment, and personal psychological factors. That's why shooters take test shots to get into the zone